The Son of His Father; vol. 1/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Son of His Father; vol. 1/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fathers and sons -- Fiction
‘It’s not much of a town as far as I’ve heard,’ he said, ‘and I ain’t
’ad no breakfast. And my ’eart’s set on doing my duty by my mate. I’ll
go from door to door but I’ll find that woman, blast her. She’s a proud
’un, I know, and thinks herself a lady. I’ll have it out with her, I
will, afore I go.’
‘In that case,’ said Mrs. Sandford, ‘I can’t give you the money which I
offered you: and I meant to give you something for your breakfast
too--and I must speak to the constable, for we cannot have you about
the village, Mr.---- I don’t know what your name is. To have you here
frightening all the poor people would never do.’
She gave him a lofty nod of her little head, and turned away: but the
man, after all, was not willing to relinquish present advantage for
problematical good. He made a stride after her, which frightened her
very much, and took away all her pretty colour, but not the courage in
her heart.
‘Lady,’ he said, ‘if you tell me on your honour that woman ain’t
here--them folks all said so, but I didn’t believe ’em: and if you’ll
give me--say ten shillin’--over and above the fare, as you promised----
’
A gleam of eagerness came into Mrs. Sandford’s eyes; but she controlled
herself.
‘I can assure you,’ she said, ‘the woman is not here.’
She had grown quite pale, and, though she smiled still, her countenance
was drawn with terror, perhaps, or some other feeling.
‘You’re frightened of me, lady,’ the man said, ‘but you hain’t got no
cause. I’m rough enough, but a lady as speaks kind and don’t try to
bully a poor fellow--or go talking about the police--and besides I
couldn’t do nothin’ to you. The men would be on me afore we could say
Jack---- And I’m pretty sure as it’s the truth, and May’s wife ain’t
here. She’s a proud one, she is. She’s maybe gone out of the country, or
changed her name, or summat. Gi’ me ten shillin’ and I’ll go away.’
‘You had better go to the clergyman,’ said Mrs. Sandford.
‘Gi’ me ten shillin’,’ said the man.
‘Oh, perhaps I am doing what is wrong; perhaps I ought to speak to the
constable. I’m not a person with any authority, and why should I
interfere?’
‘Gi’ me ten shillin’,’ he repeated, coming close to her, holding out his
hand.
‘Will you go away if I do? Perhaps you had better see the clergyman.
I’ve no right to interpose to send you away. Will you go if I do?’
He nodded, watching her trembling hands as she took out her purse and
felt in it, pressing very close to her, rubbing against her silk gown
with his rough dress; and, as it happened by ill-luck, Mrs. Sandford had
but a sovereign in her purse. When he saw it he put his hand upon hers
suddenly, and crushed the little fingers together which held the golden
coin.
‘Gi’ me that,’ he said, with his hot breath in her face, ‘gi’ me that,
or afore any o’ them can get to ye I’ll knock you down; and they can’t
do anything as bad to me.’
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